Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.